I just wanted to say right off that this my first post, but I have lurked on this and other cuckold forums for years. My wife Kristi and I have been married 12 years. For nine of these twelve years, I have been an on and off cuckold. For the most part, this has usually consisted of her going out on dates while I'm left at home. But as the years have gone on she has continually sought to up the stakes and push my limits.
A few months ago she announced that she wants more, a lot more. While laying in bed one night, she confessed to me that she is in love with her boyfriend, and she wants him to move in on a permanent basis. Now, I would be lying if I said I didn't get aroused by the idea. She knows it drives me wild and I feel that she is taking advantage of that fact. But while I fantasize about the idea, the reality of it makes me very nervous. In fact the whole string of events that has occurred over the last 18 months to lead up to this point has made me extremely nervous.
I guess it would be best to give some context to my situation. Only my closest friends know about our lifestyle, one of those being my best friend. Well, 18 months ago my friend lost his job and then soon after that his ex-fiancee kicked him out. With no money and no home, I offered him a place to stay without a second thought. We have a spare room and plenty of space, so no worries.
For the first two weeks, I played therapist. He was completely shell-shocked from all that had gone on in his life. Most nights it was him and I, drinking a beer, while he talked. All he wanted to do was find a good, smart, sexy woman that he could settle down with and have a family. He added, a woman like my wife. As the days and weeks went on, he became more bold about talking about my wife. Going as far to say that she was unhappy with me and that he could fix that (wink, wink and so on). Of course, he already knows full well our situation.
I informed him of our "no close personal friends" rule. He just laughed and mumbled something about how she couldn't handle him or something. I left it at that. But later that night I was laying in bed with Kristi and she mentions she is horny. I of course get excited and begin to snuggle closer so I feel her up. But she brushes my hand away, and says she needs more tonight. Then grabbing my cock full force she stares into my eyes and tells me she wants to fuck Bobby, and that she knows he wants her cause she had been spying on us. I reminded her of our rule, and she tells me, just this once to let her break it. But instead of thinking through the consequences, I was focused on her hand on my cock and the crazy lust that was in her eyes. So I agreed and she left the room. At the time I was ******* that I was agreeing to a 3 month fuck-a-thon. But that night laying in bed I listened to my best friend bring my wife to a total of 8 orgasms!!! I had never heard her scream so loud in all the years as her cuckold.
I woke up the next morning, got the kids ready for school and me for work, while Bobby and Kristi were dead to the world. When I got home from work, everything was back to normal, well aside from the casual glare or brush by, things seemed pretty mellow. But once the kids were in bed, Kristi went to read her book, leaving Bobby and I to talk. Again, he mostly talked (I felt like I had been flipped on my head and spun), to make a long story short, he expressed his gratitude for last night, etc. I reiterated the no close friends rule, he quickly agreed.
Again, I went to bed... What do you think happened? Kristi was up and wanting more, again she talked me into letting her sneak over to the guest room, and again I was kept up all night by Kristi. This went on for a for a while, with me getting more concerned about the way things were going.
Here I was working 12 hour days, barely get to see my kids so that Kristi can stay at home and work on her art. Now, I have my best friend living at my place, hanging out with Kristi all day. Then I come home see the kids for a bit, listen to Bobby go on about his life, go to bed but only to have my wife exit as I enter the room. Then I sit in bed while Kristi spends the night with Bobby. At about 5:00AM or so Kristi will crawl back in bed before the kids get up, and then I finally fall asleep for a little bit and then start it all over again.
As time went on, I would come home in the evenings to find Kristi and Bobby being increasingly flirtatious, even in front of the kids, which began to call him Uncle Bobby. Not that this alarmed me, they have know him for their entire lives, but with everything else going on I, felt like I was in a free-fall.
I had to get real with Bobby, so I told him what was up, how I was feeling about things. And well he agreed it was time to crash somewhere else before I lost my mind. He thanked me for letting him stay as long as I did, that he was grateful for Kristi, and that if the tables were reversed he would have killed me. But before he leaves he whispers that owns Kristi's pussy, now and forever.
Once Bobby was gone, Kristi stopped talking to me. She was furious at me for doing that. But after a few weeks everything seemed to be going along nicely, she still wouldn't fuck me, but things were calm. Then we find out Kristi is pregnant, needless to say neither Bobby or I were very pleased. I'm not going to go into detail but it was a very stressful time, and then compounded by a miscarriage for Kristi, it was like an atomic bomb went off. Bobby left again, after he came back, and Kristi and I were left to consider what had almost taken place.
A few more months go by when I come home one afternoon to find Bobby with his stuff back in the guest room. The kids are ecstatic, Kristi is beaming, and there is Bobby looking apologetically at me as if he had no choice but to come back. Things resumed as they were before, but this time Kristi wanted me to watch them fuck every night. But this only amplified my fears, seeing and hearing them up close, it was clear he owned Kristi. He owned her like I owned her before I asked her to cuckold me. I started to freak out, there was no break from it.
Then we had an xmas party around Dec. 20th or something. After all the other guests had left, Bobby found Kristi under some mistletoe. In front of my kids, Kristi exclaims "Uh oh, I have to kiss Uncle Bobby," noticing the kids looking confused, she explains about the mistletoe. Then leans into kiss him.
From that point on things started to get more weird. Other than the fact that Kristi and I slept in the same bed, it seemed like I was the guest and he was her husband. He'd cook dinner clean house, fuck her, go pick the kids up, play with them, serve dinner, give Kristi a kiss, we'd eat, then I'd play with the kids, we'd put them to bed and then all three of us would go to our room where I'd sit in the corner until they were done fucking.
3 weeks ago Bobby landed a job where he will be gone for the next two months. Already Kristi wants him back, I want him to take care of himself and get his own place, and his own life. But Kristi says he that he is coming back and she is going to get what she wants, ie me sleeping in the guest room while she gets knocked up by him. When I press Bobby about it he is reluctant to say much, its all code as if he is waiting for me to invite him to come back. But I know he wants to comeback as much as Kristi wants him too. Yet, even with everything going on, he knows I'm his best friend and he knows this is my wife and when it comes right down to it, whether he comes back or not, is up to me.
So Bobby tells Kristi that he loves her, but can't hurt me. He tells her that he won't come back until I ask him to. He told me what it means if he comes back, there is no going back. Playing to my whole cuckold nature, he tells me that by asking him to come back I admit that Kristi belongs to him, and that he wants me to really think about this cause he loves Kristi and can't be treated like a yo-yo anymore.
Now, Kristi is becoming increasingly angry and irritated with me and then last week I come home to find all of my stuff moved to the guest room. She tells the kids that mommy cant fall asleep with daddy cause I steal all the covers and I snore. After putting them to bed she tells me that I'm a cuckold, jerks me off then leaves me to my room.
Then this morning, I wake up to find Kristi scurrying about making breakfast for the kids before school, but behold, Bobby is at the table too. Apparently, Bobby got a few days off and slept in my bed last night. The kids thought it was funny that Uncle Bobby fell asleep in mommy's bed. But Kristi was quick to point out that unlike daddy, Uncle Bobby doesn't snore or hog the covers. While the kids got a chuckle out of mommy's response, I was not amused. I was friendly but not warm either. When I looked at Bobby and gave him those eyes that said get the fuck out, he got the picture that I wasn't going to invite him to stay. He announced he was leaving, this time my son was crying that he was leaving and begged for him to stay with us. It took every ounce of energy not to freak out. Kristi wasn't very happy either.
Now, I just walked in the door and immediately Kristi is pressuring me to call Bobby, trying to turn me on, grabbing at my cock just so I will submit, and I don't know what to do. So I'm just hiding out (in the guest room) and writing this trying to figure out what the fuck has happened. I'm sorry I dumped so much, its just there is a lot going and I feel powerless to stop it, I'm conflicted by my intense arousal and the fear of losing my wife to my best friend for good. Its like a form of paralysis, but in a way just writing this down for the first time allows me to breathe a little.
A few months ago she announced that she wants more, a lot more. While laying in bed one night, she confessed to me that she is in love with her boyfriend, and she wants him to move in on a permanent basis. Now, I would be lying if I said I didn't get aroused by the idea. She knows it drives me wild and I feel that she is taking advantage of that fact. But while I fantasize about the idea, the reality of it makes me very nervous. In fact the whole string of events that has occurred over the last 18 months to lead up to this point has made me extremely nervous.
I guess it would be best to give some context to my situation. Only my closest friends know about our lifestyle, one of those being my best friend. Well, 18 months ago my friend lost his job and then soon after that his ex-fiancee kicked him out. With no money and no home, I offered him a place to stay without a second thought. We have a spare room and plenty of space, so no worries.
For the first two weeks, I played therapist. He was completely shell-shocked from all that had gone on in his life. Most nights it was him and I, drinking a beer, while he talked. All he wanted to do was find a good, smart, sexy woman that he could settle down with and have a family. He added, a woman like my wife. As the days and weeks went on, he became more bold about talking about my wife. Going as far to say that she was unhappy with me and that he could fix that (wink, wink and so on). Of course, he already knows full well our situation.
I informed him of our "no close personal friends" rule. He just laughed and mumbled something about how she couldn't handle him or something. I left it at that. But later that night I was laying in bed with Kristi and she mentions she is horny. I of course get excited and begin to snuggle closer so I feel her up. But she brushes my hand away, and says she needs more tonight. Then grabbing my cock full force she stares into my eyes and tells me she wants to fuck Bobby, and that she knows he wants her cause she had been spying on us. I reminded her of our rule, and she tells me, just this once to let her break it. But instead of thinking through the consequences, I was focused on her hand on my cock and the crazy lust that was in her eyes. So I agreed and she left the room. At the time I was ******* that I was agreeing to a 3 month fuck-a-thon. But that night laying in bed I listened to my best friend bring my wife to a total of 8 orgasms!!! I had never heard her scream so loud in all the years as her cuckold.
I woke up the next morning, got the kids ready for school and me for work, while Bobby and Kristi were dead to the world. When I got home from work, everything was back to normal, well aside from the casual glare or brush by, things seemed pretty mellow. But once the kids were in bed, Kristi went to read her book, leaving Bobby and I to talk. Again, he mostly talked (I felt like I had been flipped on my head and spun), to make a long story short, he expressed his gratitude for last night, etc. I reiterated the no close friends rule, he quickly agreed.
Again, I went to bed... What do you think happened? Kristi was up and wanting more, again she talked me into letting her sneak over to the guest room, and again I was kept up all night by Kristi. This went on for a for a while, with me getting more concerned about the way things were going.
Here I was working 12 hour days, barely get to see my kids so that Kristi can stay at home and work on her art. Now, I have my best friend living at my place, hanging out with Kristi all day. Then I come home see the kids for a bit, listen to Bobby go on about his life, go to bed but only to have my wife exit as I enter the room. Then I sit in bed while Kristi spends the night with Bobby. At about 5:00AM or so Kristi will crawl back in bed before the kids get up, and then I finally fall asleep for a little bit and then start it all over again.
As time went on, I would come home in the evenings to find Kristi and Bobby being increasingly flirtatious, even in front of the kids, which began to call him Uncle Bobby. Not that this alarmed me, they have know him for their entire lives, but with everything else going on I, felt like I was in a free-fall.
I had to get real with Bobby, so I told him what was up, how I was feeling about things. And well he agreed it was time to crash somewhere else before I lost my mind. He thanked me for letting him stay as long as I did, that he was grateful for Kristi, and that if the tables were reversed he would have killed me. But before he leaves he whispers that owns Kristi's pussy, now and forever.
Once Bobby was gone, Kristi stopped talking to me. She was furious at me for doing that. But after a few weeks everything seemed to be going along nicely, she still wouldn't fuck me, but things were calm. Then we find out Kristi is pregnant, needless to say neither Bobby or I were very pleased. I'm not going to go into detail but it was a very stressful time, and then compounded by a miscarriage for Kristi, it was like an atomic bomb went off. Bobby left again, after he came back, and Kristi and I were left to consider what had almost taken place.
A few more months go by when I come home one afternoon to find Bobby with his stuff back in the guest room. The kids are ecstatic, Kristi is beaming, and there is Bobby looking apologetically at me as if he had no choice but to come back. Things resumed as they were before, but this time Kristi wanted me to watch them fuck every night. But this only amplified my fears, seeing and hearing them up close, it was clear he owned Kristi. He owned her like I owned her before I asked her to cuckold me. I started to freak out, there was no break from it.
Then we had an xmas party around Dec. 20th or something. After all the other guests had left, Bobby found Kristi under some mistletoe. In front of my kids, Kristi exclaims "Uh oh, I have to kiss Uncle Bobby," noticing the kids looking confused, she explains about the mistletoe. Then leans into kiss him.
From that point on things started to get more weird. Other than the fact that Kristi and I slept in the same bed, it seemed like I was the guest and he was her husband. He'd cook dinner clean house, fuck her, go pick the kids up, play with them, serve dinner, give Kristi a kiss, we'd eat, then I'd play with the kids, we'd put them to bed and then all three of us would go to our room where I'd sit in the corner until they were done fucking.
3 weeks ago Bobby landed a job where he will be gone for the next two months. Already Kristi wants him back, I want him to take care of himself and get his own place, and his own life. But Kristi says he that he is coming back and she is going to get what she wants, ie me sleeping in the guest room while she gets knocked up by him. When I press Bobby about it he is reluctant to say much, its all code as if he is waiting for me to invite him to come back. But I know he wants to comeback as much as Kristi wants him too. Yet, even with everything going on, he knows I'm his best friend and he knows this is my wife and when it comes right down to it, whether he comes back or not, is up to me.
So Bobby tells Kristi that he loves her, but can't hurt me. He tells her that he won't come back until I ask him to. He told me what it means if he comes back, there is no going back. Playing to my whole cuckold nature, he tells me that by asking him to come back I admit that Kristi belongs to him, and that he wants me to really think about this cause he loves Kristi and can't be treated like a yo-yo anymore.
Now, Kristi is becoming increasingly angry and irritated with me and then last week I come home to find all of my stuff moved to the guest room. She tells the kids that mommy cant fall asleep with daddy cause I steal all the covers and I snore. After putting them to bed she tells me that I'm a cuckold, jerks me off then leaves me to my room.
Then this morning, I wake up to find Kristi scurrying about making breakfast for the kids before school, but behold, Bobby is at the table too. Apparently, Bobby got a few days off and slept in my bed last night. The kids thought it was funny that Uncle Bobby fell asleep in mommy's bed. But Kristi was quick to point out that unlike daddy, Uncle Bobby doesn't snore or hog the covers. While the kids got a chuckle out of mommy's response, I was not amused. I was friendly but not warm either. When I looked at Bobby and gave him those eyes that said get the fuck out, he got the picture that I wasn't going to invite him to stay. He announced he was leaving, this time my son was crying that he was leaving and begged for him to stay with us. It took every ounce of energy not to freak out. Kristi wasn't very happy either.
Now, I just walked in the door and immediately Kristi is pressuring me to call Bobby, trying to turn me on, grabbing at my cock just so I will submit, and I don't know what to do. So I'm just hiding out (in the guest room) and writing this trying to figure out what the fuck has happened. I'm sorry I dumped so much, its just there is a lot going and I feel powerless to stop it, I'm conflicted by my intense arousal and the fear of losing my wife to my best friend for good. Its like a form of paralysis, but in a way just writing this down for the first time allows me to breathe a little.
